#Thread (Rosie)

[pebblerosegamer]

comfort (at long last.)

i have been thinking of ivory's & willow's dynamic lately, (pk & wl within my A.R.T au) how they both distance themselves, with Ivory suffering silently, bottling it up, and Willow avoiding the abyss, leaving after the vessel ascends... but how the reuniting brings comfort, wary of each others scars, sorry for the hurt done... but the healing process beginning nonetheless, hand in hand once more.

your honor i love them so frickin much.

[megamegan213]

With A Needle and Thread, We Build Rome (Official sequel to Secrets and Silk) chapter 1 is live!

[bennidraws]

they're what kids these days call "toxic" 😞

(something something being an asshole who enjoys provoking his partner but being married to a wife that got diagnosed with hysteria)

[theluckyonerp]

Where: 7 Eleven (Upper) Who: Rosie and Xavier (@mercurysunstar)

"it bad enough I have to work here to begin with, you gotta show up and bother me on my lunch break. Its been almost 4 years Xavier can't you just move on...I tohught I was the obsessive one" She tried to pretend she didn't like the attention he gave her. Even if it was bad. "Here's 200...sorry its not a lot but my parents are getting suspicious..."

[radicalrascals]

@icarianncarrionn gets a starter because I wanted to write something up for the Death Club™ ever since we've talked about it. Here I am. A few weeks late.

"Rosie!," Quinn exclaims cheerfully, yet his shuffling around the cramped kitchen doesn't stop. There on the counter lies his 'reverse-grimoire', a handwritten journal full of mundane tasks and their solutions without applying spellwork. And consulting it he mutters a quiet "Boiling water," tracing his finger down a scrawled list of practical steps. "Oh, I forgot to plug it in!" What a relief!

He turns to fiddle with the electric kettle, then towards Rosie at last t gesture to a set of mismatched chairs around table. "You're early. Coffee?"

[radioiaci]

𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝕭𝖆𝖑𝖑 - Open Starter

[ Preface: Alastor is in attendance as Rosie's ( @cannibalxroses ) spouse in this universe. They have been both privately and publicly announced as a married pair. This thread is open for interaction with any others who are attending the ball and are okay with this setup! ] [ Alastor's Masquerade Outfit ]

He is hovering.

Though he's been in attendance at Rosie's side for the majority of the night, he has allowed her to drift and mingle as needed. But he is close by, only opting to speak in friendly candor when approached, but otherwise lingering like a stone monolith, both keeping an eye on the door for any unwanted intruders and on Rosie for any indications that he is needed at her side. But she is an expert in the art of the affair; he will not pretend that he is necessary to remain so rooted at her side.

Unless asked, of course.

In his hand, he nurses a drink, though it's not quite clear whether it's one of the red wine variety or if it is actually some of the offered blood beverage. He will keep all guessing as to which. Alastor will not be giving away the secret. (He enjoys just the touch of mystery, given that it is quite obvious as to who he is beneath the motif of his mask.)

But he is quite pleased that, thus far, the evening's festivities seem to be going off without a hitch. Pleased on Rosie's behalf, really.

As he orbits the room, he will continue to observe, looking for all of the world like a circling vulture to prey upon the corpse of any creature or thing that could threaten to subvert all of Rosie's work and dedication to the event.

He will not allow any of that, so long as he is watching.

And he will certainly enjoy the music and the fare in the meantime.

[sysig]

Charm doll, someday.... (Patreon)

[miidnighters]

@sorrowsick | continued from ☾

Barty does not falter as she rounds on him with the knife. Whether it's because he trusts her to stop, or he's simply confident in his own unkillable nature is unclear (though, anyone who had ever seen the two together would likely claim the first).

He should have known this was coming - the very thing that had drawn them closer at the start - the promises Barty had made that as time went on, he'd hoped never to be called to fulfil.

(What of Amser, if they didn't succeed?)

His hand moves slowly to circle hers, his touch gentle as ever as he rubs small circles into her skin. The dagger stays where it is, a very real threat of slicing his throat as his Adam's apple bobs with each word.

"My place is by your side." His words are calm - a counterpoint to her snarl. "Your business is always my business, Zahrosa. I'm not going to leave you to do this alone."

[damnedrainbows]

big wishlist: Rosie finding Al when he gets to Hell and looking after him/helping him find his footing/ training him in his new magic

bonus if they were childhood friends like they were in my stuff

[hope-zhang]

//int. rosie's diner - morning. 26th april. @beauclary

Hope and Dante had already come to a mutual understanding before they arrived at the building that they had people they needed to see before regrouping to understand what the fuck was going on in this building, Santi telling them of who was still there, still alive. And all of a sudden, Hope knew this was where she should be.

The last two days of isolation hasn't been too bad, considering how long she locked herself in that greenhouse, this was paradise; clean water, something to eat, a bed to lie in, a roof over their heads, walls to keep them safe. She spent it acclimatizing back to certain creature comforts they haven't had in months. Even her plants were happy, there was a visible shift in their mood being able to be static for once, maybe even actually sink their roots somewhere. But most importantly she had been brimming with excitement.

Once the initial interviews and tests were done, her smile was brimming once she was left alone in quarantine, rummaging for a separate container for a very specific plant she has saved for a very specific person. Sure, it once might’ve been just symbolism to mourn and she might’ve just named it Beau to get her through the roughest patches of loneliness, and she might've talked to it at night alone to not go insane. But now it felt like it was all worth it for even trying to save a small cutting of the red buckeye from the botanic garden and lugging it around this whole time.

The moment she was let out, similar to Dante, she had an immediate goal - annoy the shit out of her college bestie. With an small army of seedlings and plants in her arms, she was off looking for that football dork of a man, a betrayal of their degree as she'd like to joke. The moment she spotted him in the diner for morning rations, she carefully placed down her plant babies on a booth table, and landed the sneaky assault, full on tackling into Beau from behind with all her might, voice giggling with a dramatic mocking swoon like of one of those annoying fans he had, "oh my god, is that football star, the Beau Clary??? I've been dying to meet you, can you sign my arm?"

Her small framed tackle obviously had zero strength to actually throw off the bulkier taller man, but her arms held on and squeezed tight around his torso before letting him go and stepping back so that he could face her wide grin. She wasn't much of a crier but her gaze had been watery to see him again now that she could look up and actually see his face. She did a little hop and jump to be able to throw her arms over his shoulders, murmuring into the hug, "missed you beau-y, you big doofus, literally thought you died flinging footballs at these chompers."

[pebblerosegamer]

outfits outfits outfits...

(theyre so difficult.)

[venator-signum]

yall ever see someone in an eldritch horror completely and utterly break because I now have and im scared

[fireworksoverhell]

Alastor manifests himself into the Emporium, unannounced, of course, as always when visiting Rosie. He liked to make a game out of scaring her, just to see her reaction. This time, after wandering a bit, it seemed she was taking some kind of inventory stock, or at least writing something down.

So what does the Radio Demon do?

Manifests himself right behind her, lacing his feedback into his voice to really drive it and -

"Good afternoon, darling!"

╔══ஓ๑𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖊๑ஓ══╗

After having a bit of a sale, a sort of 'for the fuck of it because its Friday' sort of deal, Rosie had to take stock of what was left so she could put in an order. And because of that, she had become absorbed in her taking stock and marking off things on the clipboard she held in her grip. Which left her Completely unprepared for the unexpected greeting.

"AH!" The startled cry was short and she fumbled to not drop the clipboard from her hands. A close call. She pressed a hand to her chest and let out a sigh before turning around to face her visitor. Her gaze was stern, but only for a moment before it melted into a smile.

"You startled me, Dear!" It was hardly the first time and she was sure it wouldn't be the last.

[revvethasmythh]

the game finally giving me a chance to kill balak and it's the least beneficial solution. goddammit, i've been waiting to kill this guy since bring down the sky dlc

[thisgusting]

"my neighbour, the... big, tough guy with tattoos, was smoking a cigar in front of the entrance of our complex, and... complimented my parallel parking... ??" go on... this sounded promising enough !! "he was like: 'i dunno if anyone ever told you, but you're stellar at this parking thing...' — then he mentioned how he's seen me a couple of times before, thinking i'm not going to make it ?? but, then... i did it, and he was utterly relieved ??" alright, that part warranted some confusion on rosie's part; brows knitting to match the timbre of her voice. "as if !! i'm not gonna crash my pretty, pink convertible !! come on, buddy... i am a car enthusiast !! i may not look like it, but..." a sigh, the shake of her head — a fond one, this time. "i know my stuff..." // @worstguy

[mercurysunstar]

who: yelena and rosie @theluckyonerp

yelena was an observer, she noticed things most people didn't or most thinks that people didn't want noticed so when she saw rosie talking to someone that she seemed agitated with she couldn't help but be nosy and curious. "who's the boy?" she asked when he was finally gone, "you have a debt you need to get rid of?" or a person. either worked.